From the time I was four-years-old, all the way up through high school, my family would rent a cottage in Newport, RI every summer.
The cottage, unlike Newport, was not glamorous. We had no TV, no phone, no air conditioning. We traipsed sand in all the livelong day. We ate simply [...]
I’m going to wrap up this story today, and, to be honest, I’m a little nervous that you’re all expecting a big, dramatic ending.
Spoiler alert: there isn’t one.
My father-in-law was released from the hospital and they checked into the extended stay hotel for a couple [...]
I remember getting home from work one October day and finding my husband and mother-in-law both gone. They had headed out car shopping since, at this point, it had become clear that his car was not going to be worth saving. I had my own vehicle back from repair by [...]
(If you need to catch up, the last post in this series can be found right here, along with links to all the previous posts.)
I may have fired off a couple dozen questions at my husband as he wearily drove me to the banking center where I was “training” (<– in [...]
Here’s where I tell you that I liked my in-laws. I really did. My father-in-law, in particular, and I got along rather smashingly. Things weren’t quite so smooth and easy-going with my mother-in-law, but much of that could be chalked up to my being extraverted and affectionate and her being [...]
My husband picked me up from the training center where I was “learning to be a teller” and filled me in on what was happening.
It had been three days since we moved there. Our stuff had arrived and he had pretty much gotten it all unpacked while I worked. [...]
One thing you should know about me is that I really do NOT like driving. I mean, I’m fine driving around familiar places and it doesn’t stress me out to take the kids to activities and stuff right around here, but I loathe the highway, adverse conditions, and, well, most driving.
If we’re [...]
So, if you remember, it was August and we were attempting to sell our condo in South Florida. We were hoping to move to Chesapeake, Virginia– a town to which we had never even been– by the end of September.
As I mentioned last week, I was all stressed out over [...]
Buying our first home at 23 had made us a bit of an anomaly among our peers. Yes, I certainly know that there are people who get their first mortgage at a younger age than that but, realistically, we were only a couple years out of college and it was pretty strange to [...]
So there I was, this young woman who’d been married less than a year, drove a brand new GMC Envoy, had a lovely condo, AND a good job– and we had up and decided to move someplace totally unknown.
That’s the gist of it, in case you’ve missed any of the story.